The children were a long time dragging him out, for he pelted them with cushions, and crumpled the newspapers over their heads, till they were so tired with laughing and struggling they had no strength left.
"Father, it isn't fair, I don't think," said Milly at last, sitting a breathless heap on the floor.

"Of course little people can't _make_ big people do things, so the big people ought to do them without making." "That's not at all good reasoning, Milly," said Mr.Norton, who could not resist the temptation of throwing one more sofa cushion at her laughing face.

"You can't _make_ nurse stand on her head, but that's no reason why nurse should stand on her head." Just then Olly, moving up a stool behind his father's chair, brought his little mouth suddenly down on his father's head, and gave him three kisses in a great hurry, with a shout of triumph at the end.
"Dear me!" said Mr.Norton, shutting his eyes and falling back as if something had happened to him.

"This is very serious.

Aunt Emma, that spell of yours is really _too_ strong.